“Clark,” Beouf called. “Snack time. Time to sit down.” “Yeah, Clark.” Billy mocked. “Go sit down.” Chaz threw...
Author Archive for: Nina Blyton
“Clark! Look at me! I made a pony!” The block construction looked nothing like a horse. It was...
I licked my lips and faced Mrs. Beouf. .“The household cleaning sponge is based off the oceanic variety...
Chapter 46: Off-Center “This is our schedule,” Ivy told me pointing to the painter’s stick hot glued to the...
I started to itch just thinking about it. I did my best to ignore how disgusting I was...
Hand in hand in hand we walked out of the cafeteria and through the empty courtyard of Oakshire Elementary’s...
The second bite was easier. So was the third. My new teacher stopped eyeballing me, satisfied that I...
Chapter 44: The Most Traumatic Meal of the Day There’s a big difference between breakfast service and lunch time...
I could have stared holes in her. There was a deliberateness in how she ignored me, how she...
Chapter 43: Just Like The Little Kids I felt the two fingers pull back my pants, checking my diaper....